Hello all! Yes it is me and I am currently working on Chapter 6 of this story and I hope to have it finished tonight. In the mean time I will be uploading the other chapters to this story one at a time. I hope you enjoy and maybe by the time I load up chapter 6 I will have finished this story at long last! I'm so sorry for the delay Scout. I will finish this if it kills me! lol Love you guys. I hope you like it.
Chapter 2
The next morning Hermione awoke and stretched luxuriously. A soft smile adorned her face and she giggled bashfully when memories of the previous night flooded her mind. She was amazed when that familiar warmth began to encompass her entire being once again and she couldn't believe that she wanted another romp under the sheets with Harry. She didn't even care that the sun was shining brightly thru her bedroom window and she pulled the covers up over her head in embarrassment. What was wrong with her?
Suddenly a small groan could be heard coming from the master bathroom. Hermione flipped the covers off and listened intently before she realized it must be Harry. Her previous musings were forgotten as she grabbed her wand and rushed over to open the door. He was once again hugging the toilet as if it was a life line. He was pale, but he managed to give Hermione a weak smile. He opened his mouth to speak but instead of his steady deep voice he croaked feebly, "Hey babe, I don't think I'll be able to go into work today."
Hermione was immediately thrown into worry mode and after he got cleaned up she helped him back to bed. "Harry, this is so weird! How could you...uh...be so amorous last night and then be sick the very next morning? What kind of sickness comes and goes like that?" Hermione sat on the edge of their bed with a thoughtful expression. Harry thought she looked extremely adorable as she tried to work out in her mind what could be happening to him. He loved how she still got embarrassed about making love, but last night was different. As a matter of fact he would've said it was she who was the zealous one, but he felt too queasy at the moment to point this out to her.
"Hermione, maybe I am just hungry. I feel like I am starving, but if I move I just know I will hurl."
Hermione worriedly pursed her lips and ran off to the kitchen. When she returned she carried a plate with saltine crackers and a cool glass of ginger ale. "Here sweetie, try these and in the meantime I am going to go have a chat with Healer Valorin. She ran her wand over her body and was now wearing a beautiful set of green robes. They were her favorite because they reminded her of Harry's own emerald eyes.
Harry pouted a little as he watched her pull on her cloak hastily, "but, how long will you be gone?"
Hermione smiled gently at his boyish expression and planted a kiss on his forehead. "I'll be home soon. You stay in bed and eat your crackers. They will help settle your stomach." She then stepped away from the bed and blew him a kiss before apparating out of their bedroom, leaving Harry all alone nibbling on a saltine.
"Haaarrrryyy! Where are you mate? Ouch! Bloody hell...where did that table come from? Harry! Are you here?
Harry rolled his eyes and got out of bed. Amazingly enough his nausea had disappeared about an hour after Hermione had left, but he was trying to wait for her to come home before rising. He had relished the thought of spending the afternoon in bed with her but apparently that wasn't in the cards with Ron bumbling around downstairs.
Harry tapped his wand over his pajama bottoms and a pair of muggle jeans appeared in exchange. Somehow they didn't fit like they used to...curious. He grabbed a black T-shirt out of the laundry basket and went in search of his best friend who had found the refrigerator.
"Ron, have you ever considered going to your own house for lunch?" Harry walked into the kitchen to find him building an enormous turkey and cheese sandwich.
"I already had lunch with Luna but she is on some kind of diet and all we ate was a kind veggie casserole thing. A man needs something with substance, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings." Ron piled layer upon layer of thick turkey slices before looking up to catch Harry pulling his T-shirt over his head. "I uh...didn't interrupt anything did I? I mean Hermione isn't going to come down wearing something indecent is she?" Ron glanced around cautiously before giving Harry a quizzical look.
"Naw...Not that I would mind it, but I was sick this morning and she has been all Hermione-ish ever since."
Ron nodded his head knowingly but grimaced when Harry poured some taco chips into a bowl and spooned some of Hermione's strawberry yogurt over them. When he sat down to eat it Ron was completely dumbstruck.
"Harry...uh...are you sure you feel alright? You are not going to really eat that are you?" Ron looked extremely doubtful.
"Of course I am. I don't know why, but I dreamed about it last night and I have been craving it ever since." Harry ate a big spoonful and closed his eyes as he savored the fruity crunchiness. Who would have thought that something like this would taste so good together?
Just as Ron was about to comment on the strangeness of Harry's food choices, Hermione popped into the kitchen with an amusing look on her face.
"Harry! You are never going to believe this!"
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